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Mystic Jewel
Mystic Jewel
Trinity Taoist purest ones
thy path enlightens too. Natures union, TIS true...
Alone, I stand in this vast, open land
as the Sun gleams in highlights, serene.
Breathe, you insisted.
Softly swaying,
memories as seeded grain is all that remains in me.
I stir in circles upon this Earth far below the heavens
leaving imprints behind, filled with my own personal offerings.
Just like you taught me.
I'll slice deep too. I promise openly against the wind.
I remember gazing up into your warm, brown eyes
as you sang to me about Willie's,
blue eyes crying in the rain.
Will we stroll hand in hand again?
You told me about how, Jones knew that
he'd stop loving her only when they carried him away.
Strike deep, you'd say.
Your version of, Hank's echo's strum
along my heart's strings today.
Yes, I do hear that lonesome whippoorwill that sounds too blue to fly.
And surly for me, the Moon does slide behind those clouds to hide his face and cry.
Did you see me gather up my feathers, and shove them in deep for wings?
Just so I could perch atop that jagged,edged mountain.
To be closer to you is the truth.
They say death comes in three's.
The sea's rigid pulse pushes the breeze for me, I believe.
Does this world spin just for me? It's how you made it seem.
This angel wears a deeper shade of blue because of you.
They see you in me and my heart does scream.
I'll pass it along for you, underlined in red, every single I love you.
{My Dad died at age 48, he sang to me as a child, he was my real life Jesus...}Freebird, played when I got the news...
Trinity Taoist purest ones
thy path enlightens too. Natures union, TIS true...
Alone, I stand in this vast, open land
as the Sun gleams in highlights, serene.
Breathe, you insisted.
Softly swaying,
memories as seeded grain is all that remains in me.
I stir in circles upon this Earth far below the heavens
leaving imprints behind, filled with my own personal offerings.
Just like you taught me.
I'll slice deep too. I promise openly against the wind.
I remember gazing up into your warm, brown eyes
as you sang to me about Willie's,
blue eyes crying in the rain.
Will we stroll hand in hand again?
You told me about how, Jones knew that
he'd stop loving her only when they carried him away.
Strike deep, you'd say.
Your version of, Hank's echo's strum
along my heart's strings today.
Yes, I do hear that lonesome whippoorwill that sounds too blue to fly.
And surly for me, the Moon does slide behind those clouds to hide his face and cry.
Did you see me gather up my feathers, and shove them in deep for wings?
Just so I could perch atop that jagged,edged mountain.
To be closer to you is the truth.
They say death comes in three's.
The sea's rigid pulse pushes the breeze for me, I believe.
Does this world spin just for me? It's how you made it seem.
This angel wears a deeper shade of blue because of you.
They see you in me and my heart does scream.
I'll pass it along for you, underlined in red, every single I love you.
{My Dad died at age 48, he sang to me as a child, he was my real life Jesus...}Freebird, played when I got the news...
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